Butta: I appreciate Beyoncé referencing her heritage and Southern roots.
D-Money: As a proud Dallasite (who relocated to NYC as quickly as possible), I’m not feeling that Texas Bama line too tough.
Butta: That’s understandable. (Note to self: Don’t ever call D-Money a “Texas Bama.”)
D-Money: Thank ya kindly!
Butta: On another note, the chorus is also what has everyone and their grandma “YASSSSSSS”-ing it up. Present company included. #sorrynotsorry She’s talking about putting in the work, grinding, getting what she wants and slaying in the process. Can’t be mad at that. Also, sometimes you gotta twirl on these hoes, I mean, haters. LOL
- Advertisement -D-Money: I can see why her fanbase loves it. It’s another moment of Bey inserting (Black) female empowerment, which I’m always here for, nonsensical albino alligators and all. Although, I would love if we retired “slay” after this. Please and thank you.
Butta: Yeah, “slay” is about to be played out with all the jokers who don’t slay acting like they do because Beyoncé. Ah, well. Charge it to the game.
- Advertisement -One more thing before we move on from the song, in the Red Lobster verse, she’s back on that “Suga Mama” ish buying J’s to go with dude’s short set. C’mon, B. The game is jacked up enough without these N-words expecting free meals and shopping sprees in exchange for some Dick Johnson.
D-Money: Dick Johnson, though? LMAO! I just crack up at the thought of Bey telling Jay, “Damn, baby, that was good. Let’s go to Red Lobsters.” But she’s from Houston, so bamas gonna bam. *ducks*
- Advertisement -Butta: RED LOBSTERS!!!! Cause you know there’s an unnecessary “s” added at the end.
D-Money: Yep! That African-American “s.”
- Advertisement -Butta: Yo, if she had said “Red Lobsters” on this song, though! I would have been laid out dead. Just pull a sheet over me and call my mama.
D-Money: We’d play “Formation” at the homegoing services.
- Advertisement -Butta: Blink. Blink. Blink.
